Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

Chapter 701 Father-Son Relationship
When it comes to the different treatment of his sons, Liu Haizhong’s biggest problem is that he never recognizes what he did wrong.

There is nothing wrong with beating children.
His mistake was in treating the children differently, and after beating them, he did not teach them why they were beaten for their mistakes.

It can be said that Liu Haizhong applied the method of teaching apprentices to the father-son relationship.

This is definitely not something that can be taught well.

Being spoiled is fearless,

Those who are abused will naturally bear grudges.

Over time, this has led to the current situation.

This is also the reason why the older generation does not teach their children personally when they let them learn a craft.

He said that he was afraid that he couldn't bear to hit the child, but in fact, he was also afraid that the child would bear a grudge against him.

When Liu Haizhong heard his wife talking about the second child in the family, he couldn't help but have a headache. He remained silent, his face a little gloomy.

After a long while, he laughed at himself and said: "The second son thought that everything was good out there, and as long as he could work, he could support himself, start a family, and provide for his family.

Let him go out and try!
If it doesn't work out in the future, I'll always come back.

His personality is that he is very aggressive and doesn't know his own weight. He always competes with others in everything.

Putting aside other things, I always provide for them the same way at school, right?

From the time my eldest son entered school to the time he graduated from technical secondary school, he never gave me any worries.

What about the second and third children?
How much worry have they caused me?
Either the teacher calls the parents, or other families come to complain.

He dares to cause trouble but has no ability to resolve it.

Without me, can they support their family?

Grandma, whether you have the ability to start a family is another matter.

Let him go out and suffer a little, and he will know that life at home is good."

Liu Haizhong looked angry at his son for not fighting back, but there was some father-son affection in his words, although not much.

But in the Yan family, there is another story.

Most people cannot understand the accounts that Yan Bugui uses.

Except for the children who go to school, no other children in the Yan family can eat free meals at home.

Just like Yan Jiefang, who just graduated, he now goes out to find odd jobs every day.

Yan Bugui was also drinking, but his drinking was different from Liu Haizhong's drinking in a straightforward manner.

Liu Haizhong drinks whenever he wants. If he feels there is no food to go with the wine, he will ask his wife to prepare a plate of scrambled eggs and will not let the second or third sons touch it.

For Liu Haizhong, this is also the old-school craftsman's thinking. If you have skills, you should be able to enjoy a good life.

Those who have no skills have to eat coarse food and no one pity them.

If you want to enjoy delicious food and drink spicy drinks, make yourself excellent.

Therefore, Liu Haizhong’s mistake was that he taught his two children in the same way as he taught his apprentices.

But as for blood ties, it is a bit too much to just have lessons without any family guidance.

Especially when children do not have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, it is difficult for them to think well with the atmosphere in this courtyard.

And in Yan Bugui's eyes, the Yan family is just a place to settle accounts.

In other words, in his eyes, there are only pros and cons.

Yan Bugui's drinking was a bit secretive.

A plate of pickles and a bottle of wine that has appeared many times.

That is to say, when you open the bottle, you can smell a little bit of alcohol.

According to Yan Bugui, everything in the Yan family is fair.

The same goes for eating. Anyone who picks up an extra piece of food with a chopstick will definitely be criticized by Yan Bugui.

The "good" thing about Yan Bugui is that he unified the interests of the whole family.

In other words, he asks a child to do something in the name of the whole family.

Yan Bugui took a sip of wine, picked up a pickle, took a small bite, and looked very enjoyable.

He smiled at Yang Ruihua who was cleaning and asked, "What time did Jiefang get up today?"

Yang Ruihua rolled his eyes at Yan Bugui, took out a few banknotes from his pocket and slapped them on the table.

Yang Ruihua said angrily: "My second son went to the station to move a large bag all night yesterday and earned 1.2 yuan. He spent 1.6 yuan on the bus round trip and ate breakfast outside, which cost 1.2 yuan.

Give me eighty cents.

There was still a little over ten cents left, which he kept for himself.

I said to Old Yan, other people’s children are busy running around the streets every day to get jobs.

You act like nothing happened, is that reasonable of you?"

“You just don’t know how to calculate.

Just like after the liberation, even if you entered the factory, you were just an apprentice, earning more than ten yuan a month.

How much money can you pay us then?
As it is now, he pays 80 cents a day, which is 24 yuan a month, and he can still keep a few cents for himself.

Look at him, isn't he working very hard now?
I had asked Chen Wu a long time ago. For odd jobs like them who go to the station, as long as there is work to do, especially night shifts, the salary has never been less than 1.5 yuan.

Sometimes when you get a big job, you can earn two or three dollars.

Liberate that bastard, he's so smart.

You believe whatever he says."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruihua rolled his eyes at Yan Bugui and said, "Everyone is planning for their children, and they want to use all the connections they can to find a job for their children.

You are so good, just counting these small accounts.

Are you sorry?

Yan Bugui grinned, shook his head and said: "What do you know? I am teaching them to be independent.

We gave birth to them and raised them, wasn't it hard work?
We have raised them to this age, and they still rely on us for everything.

With four kids, we would be exhausted.

You said to go look for them on the street, can't they just go and ask themselves?

If they go there more frequently, people will become familiar with them and will always think of them when they have work to do.

The road is there, and they all know it, but they just don't go there. Who can they blame?"

Yan Bugui could always find a reason for everything, but the key point was that Yang Ruihua believed in his crooked ways.

Yang Ruihua nodded and said, "That's right, I went to the streets to sell flowers when I was eleven or twelve years old, and I went through the same thing.

Children nowadays have too many good days and don’t know how hard life was in the past.

They should really be sent to the countryside to live a hard life for a few days as advertised by the street.

I will talk to him when he is released and ask him to walk around the streets more often."

"That is, what kind of life did we live in those days?
After eating the last meal, there is no next meal.
Once you go out, it’s uncertain whether you can return home safely.

Besides, if I go, I can't go empty-handed, right?
You should carry a pack of cigarettes with you, right?

If there happens to be a job there and someone offers it to our family, we should at least bring a couple of bottles of wine to show our appreciation, right?

It's as if I still owe you a huge favor.

It's fine to let Jiefang go. It is the street committee's responsibility to arrange jobs for them.

He is a young man and doesn't know the ways of the world, so people won't bother with him.

We have four children, just like Lao Liu, who spent hundreds of dollars to find a job for them.

Then we'd both be exhausted.

There are good and bad key work, and if they want to make a fuss, they will still blame us. ..."

"It would be great if there were odd jobs to do every day. According to what you said, at one dollar and fifty cents a day, it would be more than forty dollars a month." But Yang Ruihua thought of something else.

"Tsk, if there really were odd jobs every day, who would go to work?" Yan Bugui laughed at his wife's stupidity, but took another sip of wine.

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